Grief is not a welcomed lover. It does not court you with flowers. Gives you no pretty words, no mystery. It does not seduce you with time, it offers you no patience. No, grief takes you when it wants, takes from you that that cannot be returned. Offers tears instead of flowers, lamentations instead of pretty words. A stark, heartbroken today instead of the mystery of tomorrow. A familiar lover, I will not fight against you but you will not get my embrace.
Ify